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Wednesday, Sept. 24, 2008 - 12:04 a.m.

Congratulations to Christina Applegate who went to the Emmy awards just a few months after her prophylactic double mastectomy.

What an inspiration, especially to those of us, me among them, who may someday have to have the same procedure.

Here, have a look. Ain't she gorge?

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I was asked in a slightly nosy email about the state of my gray / white hair, and why didn't I just color my hair?

Well, here's why. Settle in, folks... :)

Once upon a time, about twenty years ago, I experimented with permanent haircolor. I usually have light mousy brown hair. And I also usually only use the washaways, and I usually stick to deep reddish-brown tones. But this time, I decided (along with encouragement from my penpal visiting from Amsterdam) to change my color permanently, and the color I chose to switch to was natural black. Since I was extremely tan from the summer, the change wasn't actually -ugly-, just drastic.

So. Summer becomes fall. My skin fades. I get busy with various things, and my light roots are sort of taking over after about five weeks between colorings. My boyfriend at the time was sitting next to me on the couch, and he commented what a nice contrast my light brown 'sideburns' made with my dark hair.

Well, that was it. Enough of this nonsense. I decided to switch back to my natural hair color and quit messing with it because I just didn't have the time or the finances to maintain it. And the remarks from the boyfriend weren't helping.

So I went to the store and bought color remover. Never having seen this product used before and having no idea of the effect it has on hair, I expected my own light brown hair to magically reappear after using this stuff.

Imagine my surprise, when, after rinsing the remover out and dashing over to the bathroom mirror, I was greeted with not brown but BRIGHT ORANGE hair with BRIGHT WHITE roots!

And had I even -thought- to buy brown haircoloring? I could have read the instructions on the outside of the box of remover, stating that buying a box of coloring to put on the decolored hair would be a good idea.

(belushi) But NoooOOOOOoooo!!! (/belushi)

I was horrified! I panicked. I cried. I hyperventilated. I finally called my boyfriend, and said it was an emergency and pleeeeeease come over because "I'm desperate, and I need you for about an hour." Naturally this sounded like I was asking for something entirely different from him, so he was there inside of ten minutes. Meanwhile, I had grabbed a knitted stocking cap and put it on my head. Boyfriend stands at the door looking at me. I'm wearing an old tee shirt, sweatpants, and a stocking cap. I could see his gears whirring.

I pull the cap off.

Boyfriend points and laughs. LOUDLY.

I say "I need you to go to the store for me and pick out a brown that is the same color as my original hair."

"YOU go," he says. "I don't know anything about this shit."

I glowered at him. "It's indian summer!" I hissed, "It's ninety degrees outside, and I am NOT going to the store wearing this stupid cap! You're having too much fun with this, I'm warning you! Honey pleeeease??" By now we're both smiling at the absurdity of everything.

So, finally, bless his pointy little head, he takes my last five dollars and off he goes. Still laughing. LOUDLY.

Twenty minutes elapse. He comes back with The Proper Color! Yayyy! He insists on staying there with me while I effect repairs, so he amuses himself by fixing us a lunch (awwwwwww), and tells me that he knew the cashier at the store where he bought the coloring. "Boy did he ever LAUGH when I told him what you did!"

"Thanks a lot, you sadist!" I yell from the bathroom. He just laughs. And after a while, I did too.

FINALLY, the last rinse took place, and at last, my hair was largely restored. You remember those bright white roots? Those didn't quite completely change back into a mousy greyish brown -- instead, those were *golden* brown, and when my hair began growing back all through the winter and spring, what I had was essentially a bright brown horizontal skunk stripe in my hair!

So, that's the true story of why I will never again fart around with permanent hair color.

My machinations caused a bad hair day that lasted about six months.

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Finally, farewell to Art Caldwell, who has gone to Seattle to investigate some job prospects.

Good luck, and I'm glad we had a chance to meet!

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That's it. Have a good Wednesday!

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